Chapter 176
Chapter 176:
“What? You think I’m letting this fine specimen walk us up here for nothing? Honey, the moon is full, the vibe is right, and Ace is clearly packing. Let me have this p>
I groaned, trying to tune her out, but her excitement was infectious. Ryder stepped closer, crowding my space until there was nowhere to look but at him.
“Your wolf seems… eager,” he mused, his lips twitching like he was barely holding back a smirk.
“She’s obnoxious,” I muttered, glaring at the ground.
His finger hooked under my chin, tilting my head back up until our eyes met.
“So is Ace,” he admitted, his voice a husky growl.
That growl sent shivers running down my spine, made my core clench, and made me want to scream ‘fuck me’ for the umpteenth time.
“But right now, I’m not thinking about Ace or Layla. I’m thinking about you, Jasmine. About how much I want to watch you unravel right here under the moonlight p>
Layla was practically drooling in my head.
“You gonna stand there blushing, or are we gonna do this? Tell him I’m ready. Hell, tell him we’re both ready p>
Of course, we’re both ready; my weeping pussy was testimony enough.
“Shut it,” I hissed aloud this time, earning a raised brow from Ryder.
“Talking to her?” he asked, his tone amused.
I smiled, knowing how weird it was, but it was normal, wasn’t it? For me, I was still getting used to it. Ryder talked to his wolf, but not as loudly as I did.
“Yeah. She’s obnoxiously horny,” I admitted.
A wicked grin spread across his face, and he leaned in, his breath warm against my ear.
“Good,” he whispered. “Because so am I p>
I was stunned. I couldn’t say a word; my thoughts were tangled between my brain and my lips. All I could do was stare into those icy, commanding eyes that seemed to strip me bare and rebuild me in their image. Ryder. My mate. The man who had torn me from my pack, marked me as his, and left no room for doubt.
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All memories jogged down to the first day I had seen him at Jason’s engagement party. Ryder had prowled into the room like he owned it, all dominance and danger wrapped in an irresistible package. Right now, I’d probably agree with Layla, who had taken one look and practically purred, “Oh, he’s it p>
His kiss had been a brand. His promises, a vow etched into my soul. And his claim? Undeniable. He wasn’t just a man of his word; he was his word.
Layla had good taste. Damn good taste.
“Kiss me,” I whispered, the words spilling out before I even realized what I was saying.
Ryder’s expression didn’t change. His eyes burned brighter, but his lips didn’t twitch, his stance didn’t shift. It was as if he was waiting, testing to see if I’d follow through.
“Mean it,” I said, my voice firmer now. “Kiss me, Ryder p>
Layla practically screamed in excitement, her energy surging through me. Ever since she came into my life, I’d felt like I didn’t even know my own body, let alone what it meant to be with him. With Ryder. Not truly. Not since the fight.
He didn’t hesitate. One moment he stood there, a statue carved of ice and fire, and the next, his lips were on mine.
It wasn’t soft. Trust Ryder to not do soft. His kiss was a storm, fierce and all-consuming, pulling me under and drowning me in him. My hands moved instinctively, threading through his hair as I gave in, gave everything.
“You’re mine, Jasmine,” he growled against my lips, his voice rough and possessive. “Say it p>
I didn’t freaking mind saying this over and over again. Because I’m his, always his.